Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-12-16

! one OF the hills OF Asia Minor, and with
two logs on His back cried out to all the
world, offering to carry their sins and sor-
rows. They pursued Him. They slapped
He groaned they groaned. They shook
their fists at Him. They spit on Him.
They bounded Him Us tho Oh He were a
wild beast. His healing Of the sick, His
sight giving to the blind, His mercy to the
outcast silenced not the revenge of the
world. His prayers and benedictions were
lost in that whirlwind of eXecration, Away
with Him! Away with Him!
All! it was not merely the two pieces Of
wood that He carried; it was the transgres-
sions of the race, the anguish of the ages,
the wrath of God, the sorrows of hell, the
stupendous interests of an unending
eternity. No wonder His back bent. No
wonder the blood started from every pore.
No wonder that He crouched under a torture
that made the sun faint, and the everlasting
hills tremble, and the dead rush up in
their winding sheets as He cried, lift be
possible, let this cup pass from me-" But
the cup did not pass. None to comfort.
| There He hangs! What has that hand
done that it should be thus crushed in the
palm? II has been healing the lame and
wiping away tears. What has that foot
been doing that it should be SO lacerated?
1t has been going about doing good. OF
what has the victim been guilty? Guilty Of
saving world. Tell me, we heavens and
earth, was there ever such another CRIMINAL?
On that hill of carnage, that sunless day,
amid those bowling rioters, may not your
sins and mine have persisted? believe it.
Oh the ransom has been paid. Those
arms of Jesus were stretched out so wide
they might embrace the world. Oh that
might, out OF the blossoms of the spring,
or the flaming foliage of the autumn, make
one wreath for my Lord! oh, that all the
triumphal arches of the world could be
swung in one gateway, whore the King of
| Glory might come in! Oh, that all the
harps and trumpets and organs of earthly
! music might, in one anthem, speak His
praise!
But what were earthly flowers to Him
| who walketh amid the snow - .,.c white
lilies of Heaven What were arches of
earthly masonry to Him who hath about His
throne rainbow spun out OF everlasting
| sunshine! What were all earthly music to
Him when the hundred and forty and four
thousand on one side, and the cherubim,
! and seraphim, and archangels stand on the
| other side, and all the space between is
| filled with the doxologies Of eternal
jubilee!-the hosanna of redeemed
earth, the hallelujah of unfallen angels,
song after song rising about the throne of
God and of the Lamb. In that pure, high
place, let Him hear us. Stop! harps Of
Heaven, that our poor cry may be heard
| Oh my Lord Jesus, it will not hurt Thee
for one hour to step out from the shining
throng. They will make it all up when
Thou goest back again. Come hither, O
Blessed One, that We may kiss Thy feet.
Our hearts, too long withheld, we now
surrender into Thy keeping. When Thou
goest back. tell it to all the immortals that
the lost are found, and let Thy Fathers
house ring with the music and the dance.
They have some old wine in Heaven, not
used except in rare festivities. In this
world those who are accustomed to use
wine on great occasions bring out the
beverage and say. "This wine is thirty
years old, or "forty years DID," But the
wine OF Heaven is more than eighteen
centuries old. 1t was prepared at the time
when Christ trod the wine-press alone.
When such grievous sinners as we come
back, methinks the chamberlain of Heaven
cries out to the servants, This is unusual
Joy! Bring up from the vaults of Heaven
that old wine. Fill all the tankards. Let
all the white -robed guests drink to the i'm
mortal health of those newborn sons and
daughters of the Lord Almighty" There
is JOY in Heaven among the angels of Goo
over one sinner that repenteth; and God
grant that that one may be you!
Again, right heart is an expectan,
heart. 1t is poor business to be building
castles in the air. Enjoy what you have
now. Don't spoil your comfort in the
small house because you expect u larger
it is So or 81 per day, because you expec,
to have after while $40 per day, or $780,
GOO year, because you expect it to be
100000 a year. But about heavenly
things, the more we think the better
Those castles are not in the air, but on the
hills, and we have deed of them in our
possession. like TO see a man all full Of
Heaven. He talks Heaven. He sings
Heaven. He prays Heaven. He dreams
Heaven. Some of US in our sleep have haG
the good place open to us. We saw the
pinnacles in the sky. We heard the clicl
of the hoofs of the white horses on which
visitors rode, and the clapping of the Gym
balls of eternal triumph. And while in oul
sleep we were glad that all our sorrows
were over, and burdens done with, the
throne of God grew whittier, whittier, and
whittier, till we opened our eyes and saw
that it was only the sun of the earthly
morning shining on our pillow. 10 have
right heart you need to be filled with
this expectancy. 1t would make you
privations and annoyances more bearable
In the midst of the city of Paris stands
or did stand, a statue Of the good, bu
broken-hearted Josephine. L never i'm.
agined that marble could be smitten int
such tenderness. 1t seems not lifeless. L
the spirit of Josephine be disentabernacled
the soul of the empress has taken posses
sion of this figure. am not yet satisfied
that it is stone. The puff of the dress OF
the arm seems to need but the pressure O.
the finger to indent it. The figure at tn.
bottom of the robe, the rutfle at the neck
the fur lining on the dress, the embroidery
of the satin, the cluster of lily and leaf an;
rose in the hand, the poise of her body a.
she seems 20 come sailing out of the sky
her face calm, humble, beautiful, but We
sad-attest the genius of the sculptor ant
the beauty OF the heroine he celebrates
Looking up through the riffs of the coro
net that encircles her brow, could see til.
sky beyond, the great Heavens where al
women's wrongs shall be righted, and thu
story of endurance and resignation shal
be told to all the ages. The rose and til,
lily in the hand of Josephine will neve
drop their petals. The children of God
whether they suffer on earth, in palaces O.
in novels, shall come to that glorious rest
Oh, Heaven, sweet Heaven Mt thy gate w,
set down all our burdens and griefs. The
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